Amara’s POV
There was too much rage in the tiny space.
In Obsidian Pack territory, I stood in the centre of the former council room. Old weaponry and maps lined the walls, and a large fire was blazing in the hearth. However, the cold still managed to get into my bones despite the warmth.
With stiff muscles and icy, razor-sharp look, Rowan and Kian faced one another.
I was sick of their squabbling.
With a low, menacing voice, Rowan snarled at Kian, "This is not your decision alone." "She is my partner."
Kian clenched his jaw. He stepped forward. "She is not yours to keep." “And when you exiled her, you forfeited your authority to decide for her.”
Rowan's wolf pushed forward as his eyes blazed silver. "Be careful."
"Or what?" Kian fired back.
I touched my temples with my fingers. "E
